Death deserves its own uncovery
That’s like a discovery that’s been hiding under the surface
Flip over that large flat stone
And that discarded log
View the beetles and worms
Feed on the dead
Detritus
From ashes to ashes
From dirt thus is life
I worry about you, up there
So far from the soil
When you fall, it will feel that much farther
I don’t think you’ve ever walked upon the gravel, descalços
I need you to like pain, just a little bit
Then, I think, we will be free to write the kingdom of our dreams
Here in reality
